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The tension between Sin and me was at an all-time high when he left for work. He was pissed because I wouldn’t call him Daddy and I was pissed because he won’t say he loves me even though I’m pretty sure he does. I know he thinks I’m being a brat, but I can’t figure out why he won’t just admit how he feels about me. If he can’t say the words to me I don’t think he has any business collaring me. If a collar means a lifetime commitment, it shouldn’t be something taken lightly. I go to send him a message to tell him I love him even if he can’t say it back because I hate the way we both left things when I hear someone at the door.

I open the door to let Joe bring my belongings inside and am frozen in front of the door. All the guards are dead and soon I will be, too.

A silent scream tears through my lungs.

The men have come for me.

I know without asking why.

This time there’s nowhere to go. I’m stuck on the forty-third floor of a hotel. Either I run to the balcony and jump to my death or I die at the hands of the monsters who have finally trapped me.

We all know we’ll die one day, yet we do anything we can to stretch out our time on this earth. When death finally catches up to us, there’s no preventing it from taking us. Today, my time is up. I know it’s inevitable. Still, I won’t go down without a fight.

CHAPTER 32

SIN

Unfortunately, between the casinos and the club, I couldn’t stay home with Kierra. She promised she’d stay put, so I’m sure she’ll be fine, but that she hasn’t responded to my last text has me slightly concerned.

Belinda called in sick today, which never happens, so after calling to make sure she is okay, I go through my paperwork. I’m supposed to meet with Bones at the casino later this afternoon, so to say I’m surprised to see him walking through my office door at Den of Sin is an understatement.

He looks like hell.

“Have you slept?”

Bones shakes his head as he takes a seat on the other side of my desk and tosses an envelope on my desk.

“What’s this?”

He just points at it like he’s saying to not ask and just look inside, so I do.

I pull out a photograph of Belinda talking to a man with the tattoo Kierra described to us.

“What the fuck is this?”

Bones shrugs, “My guys have eyes on everybody right now. You never know who you can trust. This photograph was taken at four this morning.”

I drag my hand down my face because my mind is reeling. Why the hell would Belinda be meeting with any member of Bloody Valentine? It makes no sense.

“Shall we ask her about it?” Bones says as he cracks his knuckles.

“She’s out sick.”

He chuckles, but there’s no humor behind it. “That can’t be a coincidence.”

I know what he’s thinking, but Belinda can’t be involved in any of this. There are only a handful of people I trust completely, and she’s one of them.

“I haven’t gotten a response from Kierra. Should I be as worried as I am?”

With a nod, he says, “I would be.”

I know she’s safe with the amount of security I have there, but when I call her and don’t get a response once again, I think of all the worst-case scenarios. Then, when I call my head of security and don't get a response, the panic increases tenfold.

“Fuck. We need to get to the penthouse.”

Bones and I rise from our chairs at the same time as we race out of the club. Until I see with my own eyes that she’s okay, I won’t relax.

“I’ll drive,” he says and we both go to his car and get inside.

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